tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53354912012-02-16T14:22:56.147+04:00The virtual cross-section of Sara's head. Guaranteed not to have wirey bits sticking out.sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.comBlogger3761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-51728077424175923912011-05-23T09:45:00.002+04:002011-05-23T09:49:15.203+04:00

On Friday I will begin a new series of posts, entitled Running with Reviews. The concept is simple. I will get my lazy butt up to run in the mornings, and I will listen to my iPod from A-Z as I do so. This will take a very long time. And album by album over this veritable age, I shall run a commentary on the music, pun most certainly intended.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-63172057075440847542011-03-21T07:34:00.002+04:002011-03-21T08:35:05.168+04:00

My new 'it' band is Fake Problems.Werd on the interwibz is that they made a splash at SXSW 2011, to which I say, more power, Fake Problems, more power!Today I had my first listen to their older of the two albums I've got. Titled 'It's Great to be Alive', this album is superduper packed with sexy riffs. Musically, it's beautiful to my ears, the soundtrack to a Prohibition era western saloon run by

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-44345042992698260682011-02-13T10:18:00.002+04:002011-02-13T10:24:09.208+04:00

This is something I posted at Quora a few weeks ago, then discovered that I'd mis-answered the question totally.The actual question was, what's the difference between Knowledge and Truth?I actually answered this question, which is clearly a lot more interesting to me: what's the difference between Knowledge and Faith?Typically I answer Quora questions after work, when my cognitive stores are at

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-67804049972286025342011-01-09T10:23:00.002+04:002011-01-09T10:31:26.561+04:00

I've got words in my head today. Between the hours of 3 and 6, I slept a manic sleep, my entire body pulsing and my heart racing. When my skin warmed, I dozed soundly. An example of what my winter naps are like, but it had been a long time since I'd been cold and tired enough for this. It was glorious, all told. I woke up to the dark, and blotted streetlamps through my rickety bedroom blinds,

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-74995352374870658422011-01-01T08:44:00.003+04:002011-01-01T08:47:33.908+04:00

Can this please be my house? Kthnx.via the New York Times.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-32147204279250703072010-12-28T11:52:00.003+04:002010-12-28T12:50:10.298+04:00

"When we were lions, lovers in combatFaded like your name on those jeans that I burned"- The Gaslight Anthem, 'We Did It When We Were Young'Blogroll update!Sad to see some of my old go-to blogs dead :( Blogs shed and are reborn from tiny shiny wordpress default-themed shoots.One of these things that always throws me is making mixed CDs. I'm always so game before I begin, but once I start, I'm

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-70025452830058235692010-12-27T00:28:00.004+04:002010-12-27T00:41:36.021+04:00

Having spent three days sequestered in my squeaky bunker of a bed, my hair starting to look like a silken feathered raven put in a food processor and my eyes beginning to look like something out of a Michael Hussar painting, I think today's the day to do something else.Yeah, I'm alone at the holidays. Yeah, I haven't talked to a person face to face since Thursday (skype bigtime, though). Yeah,

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-17578244316860757872010-12-26T03:56:00.003+04:002010-12-26T04:02:28.137+04:00

the one where my boyfriend is sartorially gifted...In fact, he and I have matching watches. Mine is yellow. They make us look pimp, but also nauseatingly cheesy (like an entire cheesecake eaten in some mythic display). Because, god, we have matching watches.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-11275671215386718212010-12-23T06:10:00.003+04:002010-12-23T06:18:15.676+04:00

I feel like I'm staring at the end of civilization. All the other denizens of the world seem to have fled to some underground cavern in the north pole constructed of gingerbread and illuminated by fireflies. What about me? I've got a good heart. I brush my teeth at least twice a day. And although I have a bizarre obsession with puffed-sugar cereals (Trix, I'm looking at you, buddy), which grips

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-90867783418735008072010-11-08T10:19:00.002+04:002010-11-08T10:22:51.259+04:00

via Al Mashriq, the old lighthouse of Beirut, now gone and replaced by a spaceship needle looking thing.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-4365967232838225862010-10-31T10:04:00.003+04:002010-10-31T10:16:59.521+04:00

two things don't make a post, but fuck it:1. I cut my throat's little boxing bag on crackerbread. It proceeded to form a blood blister. This gross/creepy accident, by the way, results in the disconcerting sensation of a little wobbly mound of flesh perching on the back of your tongue. Here it is in its full injured glory :(2. This is an amazing post about how facebook works out who, from your

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-15365825104713681802010-10-05T21:07:00.002+04:002010-10-05T21:08:14.410+04:00

Ok. Who's behind my new 1 year Rolling Stone subscription?'Fess up.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-48548618678937084702010-09-21T11:06:00.007+04:002010-09-21T11:27:02.827+04:00

You want to convince me of intelligent design? Forget bananas, personal sized watermelons are where you want to start.Oh, wait. We made those. Oops.Here is one cool thing: poetry on pencils for charity. Yeah I know, sounds full of win. It is.I have been working on my Google Reader list. It was originally supposed to be purely a mixed feed of rss'ed poetry from around the interwbz, but I guess

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-30601726198816940692010-09-15T09:17:00.002+04:002010-09-15T09:24:59.029+04:00

from the factbook.Today has been the worst day for my heart in a hundred years.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-13419689084146854752010-09-13T07:18:00.007+04:002010-09-13T07:44:23.590+04:00

A few items of note today!a. Shuttertext lives! And breathes, and has its own interwebzite at http://shuttertext.tumblr.com/. Shuttertext is an art project my best friend and I have worked on for a couple of years, and we've just picked it out of a sandy ditch, dusted it off, and put it on the mantel again. Please visit our project and say nice things to it and pet it, for it is smarter, edgier,

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-55080418439116176932010-09-12T06:52:00.002+04:002010-09-12T07:00:53.722+04:00

we were orphans before we were ever the sons of regret

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-3564646096863719542010-09-06T10:51:00.002+04:002010-09-06T10:57:02.512+04:00

after an hour in the amoeba records clearance aisles

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-74982707693448764422010-09-05T21:33:00.003+04:002010-09-05T21:57:04.267+04:00

Yesterday started a bit rough but ended up being nearly perfect. I wore the new sweater and neck scarf my mom sent me in a package - along with three boxes of cup-a-soup and my karate brown belt, for future situations of karate level-up - and had a good rocking time at the salle de fitness. Although, of course, not in those clothes.Dropped off some stuff for alteration and dry cleaning that I'd

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-88988204994729596792010-09-05T08:43:00.004+04:002010-09-05T08:48:55.988+04:00

I always knew we were all a bunch of pirates, آرررر**this is Arabic for ARRRRRR!, natch.Cover your left eye if you want to learn to read arabic, me-hearties!Also, what's with the passive aggressive science, Professor Zohar Eviatar?

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-42624048102072444032010-08-30T06:55:00.003+04:002010-08-30T07:17:51.721+04:00

Every time I go into a bookstore I get happy. For me, this is kind of like a visit to the zoo: I'm tempted to throw peanuts at all the pretty books and rattle their shelving units in wide-eyed glee.Today I saw Kraken again, and my heart got big. At fifteen I had these feelings that could turn into books if I watered them and kept them in direct sunshine. Now, not so. But there's still something,

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-19334038607345909642010-08-29T11:02:00.002+04:002010-08-29T11:08:30.068+04:00

Link Dump owing to the upcoming closure of my fb account ftw.http://vivalamainstream.wordpress.com/2009/08/01/album-a-day-the-gaslight-anthem-senor-queen-ep/http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tawmt1oAcHAhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSzQI1Raf0shttp://www.27bslash6.com/missy.htmlhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DYPHOuGHfUhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vvr7KXAfckhttp://qifanabki.com/2010/02/21/

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-4307245060305154832010-08-22T09:57:00.002+04:002010-08-22T10:01:13.501+04:00

This time is the real thing. This is an experiment.All my life is finally right, right as a delicate figurine cut out of a grain of rice.Now to see if I can make myself create.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-57807456850499546662009-06-06T14:10:00.002+04:002009-06-06T14:12:31.070+04:00

My favourite lovesong, in three vignettes."your lips, my lipsyour bones, my bones,my heart, your heart,"- Broken Records, 'Wolves'

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-35706818528034584462009-03-30T10:49:00.002+04:002009-03-30T10:51:39.294+04:00

blreerrrghexhausted.I want my hour back.My brain KNOWS full well it's not even 7 am yet, and no amount of steaming black Lady Gray tea is going to change that.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-66137405159871185512009-03-08T00:38:00.002+04:002009-03-08T00:43:26.836+04:00

This day was a slanting misfireSelfish infatuation -All my lovers live on pagesIt keeps me lonely, reading-Sundowner, 'Traffic Haze'Finally got my paws on this solid acoustic companion, Sundowner's Four One Five Two. Which is to say, The Lawrence Arms explaining their ethos and gifting haggard bleary-eyed truths to a Texan retirement home through interpretive song.Bottoms up to you, Chris

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-81829445198400866962009-03-04T00:50:00.003+04:002009-03-04T00:55:45.809+04:00

Damascus' answer to Starbucks? Inhouse Coffee.While competing with Starbucks for turf must be hard, competing with the concept of Starbucks in a spectator city, aware of the Goliaths of globalism but sealed tight to their havoc, seems to me the easiest venture imaginable. Capitalism as wish fulfilment.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-4918779349283547502009-02-28T16:29:00.003+04:002009-02-28T16:44:52.755+04:00

Me and the blog have been sitting across a fold-out table balancing china on our knees and taking quaint sips of tea, waiting and staring, judging how best to smooth out the wrinkles in time and tablecloth that have scrambled our easy co-existence. I think I will fill in the Almost-One-Year in fragments and vignettes and let the rest of the story stay unearthed. Another hurtling week smacking

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-46617399635592309042009-02-24T01:18:00.003+04:002009-02-24T01:19:40.862+04:00

The blog is back!Believe it.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-5838093193312062412008-06-02T00:14:00.004+04:002008-06-02T00:46:07.582+04:00

The more a gap opens up between myself and my past academic hijinks, the more I see how they relate to troo life. The weird thing is that what I love about philosophy is just how it doesn't tie in with life. I like the airy bits, the wild, uncontrollable connect-a-move of it, the exploits that give the finger to empirical verification and scupper benchmarks and prance around like intellectual

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-87112773689971002752008-04-18T14:35:00.003+04:002008-04-18T14:53:10.936+04:00

A List of Things I Will Miss About Dubai, Heavily Biased By Things In My Photo Library.1. My homeslice, Sumbuddy. 2. My karate club.3. The symphony of (mostly nice) smells that accompany a run around the park.4. My dodgy Mazda, short two of its door handles. And recently sporting a new injury.5. The coffee at Caribou, Sassi Lassi juice at Tonic, dim sum buffet massacres on Saturday afternoon,

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-49710805948071829682008-04-15T03:15:00.001+04:002008-04-15T03:17:23.561+04:00

I love rooibos tea. It tastes amazing even when you've forgotten you made a cup and it's that weird cold-ish temperature between hot and ice cold.Okay, as you were...

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-46789648030419475972008-04-13T13:18:00.004+04:002008-04-13T13:35:59.195+04:00

A very close friend of mine is hiking up Mt. Kilimanjaro this July.She's going as part of a charity initiative. The agreed-upon recipient of the donations is the Mbagathi District Hospital in Nairobi, Kenya. As a result of my friend and her team's pledges, the hospital will be able to build four paediatric consultation rooms and a new waiting bay to help treat sick kids.All of this will happen

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-4024393284485657342008-04-11T12:56:00.006+04:002008-04-13T16:06:19.609+04:00

Blogger was being Arabic before. I'm pleased it's back to a Latin tongue.McSweeney's has proven itself to me as a viable wellspring of awesome short stories. Now they need to make the subscription not cost two arms, three legs, and a couple vertebra. No worries for now though, as I have another three issues to get my fix from after I finish the current one (being, # 14). I think McSweeney's would

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-18402512316487236512008-04-01T15:15:00.003+04:002008-04-01T15:22:38.929+04:00

It's been exciting to realise that I still get big kicks out of reading philosophy books, even though I've walked away from the intellectual explosion as pieces of analysis fluttered down, aflame, all around me.So to speak.I just finished Raymond Geuss's Idea of A Critical Theory, which was a pretty okay introduction to critical theory except I'm now unsure whether I've just lived my whole life

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-41089930962319544542008-03-29T02:32:00.007+04:002008-03-29T03:01:15.311+04:00

The Update Post We All Deserve1) Let me begin with a small update from the world of essential gadgetry. After crankily accosting several electronics megastore clerks at several different electronics megastores, I have come to the genuinely depressing conclusion that one cannot buy a discman any more unless one fancies strutting around carrying a clunky, antiquated, cheap-as-a-two-dollar-ho

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-85872722783836311712008-03-27T00:44:00.003+04:002008-03-27T00:47:46.786+04:00

This mutant pack of gum and I are waging a war for supremacy. I thought I'd won -- after finding that three pellets in a row were minty and not in the least fruity, despite false package advertising to the contrary -- I was rewarded by two fruity pieces. But then, the latest piece was minty again.My sanity and gumophilia are on the line here. Somebody tell me what's going on!

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-7411928623248825962008-03-23T14:01:00.001+04:002008-03-23T14:08:56.450+04:00

backwards through the megaphone

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-83875394745337764862008-03-21T01:40:00.002+04:002008-03-21T01:42:30.650+04:00

Guess who somehow managed to land a sweet, sweet, sweeeet job?No, come on, go ahead, guess!Excuse me while I go bounce off of a few walls.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-22448698704119858912008-03-20T03:14:00.002+04:002008-03-20T03:16:55.143+04:00

Dunno where else to cry about this: I just got out of a taxi and left my suitcase full o' clothes in the trunk. I'm just the most serious, no-nonsense, pile of shitass douchebaggery known to the civilised world. And now I will have to showcase this by dressing in my hobo wardrobe, possibly for ever and ever and ever.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-21928825651692545072008-03-17T22:14:00.005+04:002008-03-17T22:29:07.221+04:00

I RITE FINGS WHO IZ DEPRESING (sadly, that's not the title of the poem.)***Exfoliated from the beginnings of timeyour scraps float round you, an aura,a telephone cord for a halo.You were not born to end up drowned.But here,submerged among your miscellanymuscles thicken, amber bunchestrap not spirit nor oxygenbuta microcosm of barbaric looters,plunderers, savages,teeming with insight.The stinging

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-54285178875044891222008-03-08T23:59:00.001+04:002008-03-09T00:00:38.584+04:00

....blogroll update!!

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-9287737910384823012008-03-05T17:11:00.003+04:002008-03-05T17:15:43.893+04:00

I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea (this is the end)

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-2008090590498071822008-02-25T15:16:00.016+04:002008-02-28T02:52:15.922+04:00

Review: St. Jerome's Laneway Festival 2008 - MelbourneA devilishly good idea: herd top musicians of alternative persuasions into the alleyways of one of the world's most unbeatably hip cities, and have them perform for a menagerie of scenesters whose hairdos and body jewellery and faux-fossil retro garments and baroque make-up you couldn't ... well.... make up.And boasting a line up to make even

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-60698060739110564542008-02-14T02:11:00.002+04:002008-02-14T02:22:06.994+04:00

These are hands down the most savvy, self-aware, tuned-in things ever produced by Arabic media. And they are brutally hilarious. smack thatoops, i did it againcandy shopdon't chahung upand my personal favourite....hips don't lie

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-46928718368298758662008-02-12T01:42:00.000+04:002008-02-12T03:18:15.263+04:00

Book Review Round-up.1. George R.R. Martin - A Feast For Crows. Mr. Martin is a literary rockstar. Not like that douche from Nickelback, but more like John Lennon. How can anyone write a 600 page fat fantasy epic without actually saying a thing? Baffling, no? What about a 600 page fat fantasy epic keeping mum on any actual plot progression while reading like pure, honeysuckle poetry from front

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-55407289979359494192008-02-11T23:55:00.000+04:002008-02-12T01:11:09.317+04:00

A sentimental little con.So, Melbourne. See, it's not so much about Melbourne as it is about change. I mean, I'm a Sagittarius, I mean yeah I sort of do have the rump of a stallion and an eye for a well-placed shaft (HAHAHAH) and as much as I don't believe in horoscopes, sometimes things that are a crock of shite are truer than things that make sense. But actually, scratch all that. I'm being

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-68003069567108779072008-02-10T03:04:00.000+04:002008-02-10T03:07:45.612+04:00

Um, I know it's a dreadful thing to blog and run like this, but I will strive hard for the energy to produce better, more plentiful words.I am moving. To Melbourne. In five days.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-71736774174555562812008-02-02T01:59:00.000+04:002008-02-02T02:05:17.337+04:00

I saw and heard (my eardrumsz is all like, ouch, you wankers flooring yer SUVs) a highspeed police car chase yesterday. I do not lie.I just joined an online writing workshop. You'll be the first to know if it changes my life :)ratatatatat-tat. The wind is all up in my trees (steelin' my frootz) and making noises like artillery fire as shit bangs against other shit. Also, I am, once again, oh! joy

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-47265097735852032362008-01-31T18:43:00.000+04:002008-01-31T18:50:09.051+04:00

PS. Not to kill the buzz, but something about Ryan Adams is really yucky. I'm almost nauseous just listening to this one song. He's like a country/folk Michael Buble. *shiver*

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-14505173860648017622008-01-31T17:58:00.000+04:002008-01-31T18:38:33.980+04:00

i knew today would be different, though nothing's changed.There is a really easy formula for a happy Sara.It begins with a shipment of four zines from a rillly rillly rilllly upstanding gentleman in Toronto, when only a single zine was sheepishly requested.And once I'm in that zone, all it takes is a dose of hardcover 'A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius' with those frilly frayed pages for

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-12748141372022640392008-01-30T14:42:00.000+04:002008-01-30T15:07:42.245+04:00

Just spent A LOT of money on a new charger and battery for MyGlassElevatorII. I'm feeling moderately guilty, but not so guilty as to attenuate my joy at the laptop actually charging when it's plugged into the soup. (that's right, THA SOUP)I've been waiting for job offers and reading and starting to fill out applications only to want to slice up my eyeballs on a Japanese mandolin at the 'what is

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-82120516562162762062008-01-27T02:02:00.000+04:002008-01-27T02:14:48.150+04:00

break my arms around my love.I bought some scarves today, on super-sale. Scarves are a thing I could really get into. I guess there's no reason cotton scarves should cost more than, say, a couple of feet of cloth like the sort you buy to get tailored. Not that I'm bursting my own bubble or anything. After I post this, I will go try on my new scarves, even though they aren't going to look right

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-91573198261912226112008-01-22T15:04:00.000+04:002008-01-22T15:21:04.362+04:00

'Lit Up' Toothbrush FunIngredients-----------1 battery operated toothbrush*1 battery, not yet spent1 dollop of toothpaste, no bigger than pea-sized if you're younger than 121 clean copy of The National's Alligator on CD, preferably original1 stereo with a fairly powerful speaker system, audible from the bathroom1 set of teeth2 ears, for surround sound purposes1 bed, queen-sized for lolling around

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-14430769071078848202008-01-22T00:54:00.001+04:002008-01-22T01:01:21.166+04:00

There's a cursor blinking dutifully in my Microsoft Word window, and my paper is sitting there two thirds done, and what am I doing? Meditating on the carton of vanilla soy milk my brother left on the table next to me. I kind of want to pick it up and see if it's heavy.Update: I picked it up. It is fairy heavy. More than half full.I guess that means I should be an optimistic champ and fucking

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-44098059245229042522008-01-20T13:19:00.000+04:002008-01-20T13:23:59.746+04:00

Sidebar overhaul. I've added links to blogs tended by a few really good people, and removed a few 'dead' blogs -- please let me know about any resurrections, though!

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-82196183919990724032008-01-19T12:58:00.001+04:002008-01-19T13:04:04.048+04:00

a thousand faces we'll choose to ignore

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-85335955377723783062008-01-19T01:26:00.000+04:002008-01-19T02:23:56.786+04:00

This is really not a good time of the day for me to be writing stuff accessible to anything other than my own itchy, red-veined eyes.There will be a review roundup post in the near future, because I'm about to finish two separate books and have been listening to new(ish) music thanks to the charitable impulses of my friends, who look out for me something fierce, what with my situational brain rot

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-16375868540213896952008-01-12T17:12:00.000+04:002008-01-19T10:54:18.165+04:00

"Everything is absolutely impeccable. There is only one, poor thing, which is mistaken inside."L., an aphasic; Deacon's The Symbolic Species.I'm having the sort of day where the only thing that'll make me happy at four in the afternoon is a bowl of oatmeal. I've been living in a weather-induced and national-holiday-exacerbated daze for the past 72 hours.And now my laptop battery is about to die.*

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-72572937467347956662008-01-08T00:25:00.000+04:002008-01-08T00:37:48.327+04:00

Swiss Navy Aloe Vera Sugarfree Pastilles are my crack. No joke.And while searching Google for a photo of said crack, I learned that the Swiss Navy also makes personal lubricant (just in case you were wondering, "premium lubricant for sex", according to one of the less subtle search result blurbs...)So, then, what? Does the Swiss Navy exclusively manufacture things you'd get in your little hamper

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-4908486657326879372008-01-06T16:27:00.000+04:002008-01-06T16:36:17.936+04:00

something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-49874930612152550442008-01-02T02:01:00.000+04:002008-01-02T02:37:47.485+04:00

Three uncomplicated things I want to do before I die:-1) Listen to Beirut's song 'Nantes' in Nantes, France.2) Write a story that makes my own heart tapdance.3) Walk an urban landscape bent double by a downpour, taking no shelter.Three obscurer aims:-1) Emerge as a locus of meaning (to myself).2) Lose sight of whether I am a locus of meaning (to others).3) Make a tribute to the rapture of

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-11174442686033388382007-12-13T19:53:00.000+04:002007-12-14T09:49:59.533+04:00

Meet me tonight on the turnpike my darling, where we believe in everything.I am Sara, and this is my heart.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-27618333557790891372007-12-11T19:02:00.000+04:002007-12-11T19:17:58.574+04:00

I feel so empowered! I just made my first To Do list in forever. Let's see how many things I can get done tonight.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-47650927220300216762007-12-05T13:27:00.000+04:002007-12-05T13:38:21.042+04:00

Update on the trashy romantic comedy front: I watched Good Luck Chuck last night. SO trashy. Not so romantic. Also, a lot of daft, full-body overacting by Dane Cook probably to compensate for the taciturn, humourless totem pole -- er, I mean the female lead Jessica Alba -- who they cast opposite him. Subtlety and class were not its strong suits. And um, the weird thing was that it wavered between

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-47291001860875703982007-12-04T23:21:00.000+04:002007-12-05T00:15:32.277+04:00

The fake DVD lady came 'round today, which was hella convenient seeing as I've been craving trashy romantic comedies for the past little while. One of the movies we picked up was 'Breaking and Entering', and I was of a mind to watch it this evening, sort of wind down to it, you know? I've had a wind down worthy day, the cherry on top of which was baking chocolate chip cookies to an adoring rave

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-39760476009116150792007-11-27T23:44:00.000+04:002007-11-27T23:52:15.166+04:00

My favourite thing about putting together mix CDs is how it makes the first-few-listens thrill of awesome songs accessible again. Ah, Days of the Phoenix, how lovely you are!The worst thing about mix CDs is when they preserve an undeserving song forever and ever and ever just because you were going through your actual first-few-listens thrill with it when making the CD and then later you realise

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-46058383942348246782007-11-25T02:05:00.000+04:002007-11-25T02:32:59.824+04:00

There was a time when I used to be more.... prolix... at blogging.(Wanna know what happened just there? I looked up a synonym for 'verbose' and was all like, 'hey! I haven't seen / heard / used the word 'prolix' in a damn long time. Let's do that. Except 'prolix' and my lack of 'prolix'-use finesse went and made my sentence aaawwwwwkkkwwaarrrd.)Anyway, I've just realised I could be saying more on

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-71118843431762211692007-11-25T00:13:00.000+04:002007-11-25T00:19:40.117+04:00

I'm moving to Aracataca, f.t.w.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-22206281845714741112007-11-23T15:43:00.001+04:002007-11-23T16:04:44.131+04:00

My training wheel scones.... Apricot Jam, Bitter Orange and Cardamom scones. I made them based on a Cardamom Marmalade scone recipe printed in an Australian Women's Weekly baking book. Verdict? We fed half of them to the German Shepherd.You can't really tell in the picture, but they didn't rise properly in the oven, probably because I played with the dough too much in an effort to cut discs out

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-45788261587004482062007-11-17T01:28:00.000+04:002007-11-17T01:36:16.906+04:00

I cut corners on the carpets now.I danced quarters on the windowsill.The summer left me to a different fate.This drastic urge will take some time to find its weight.I run head on into traffic in the afternoon. I log the longest miles alone at night inside my room.Where all directions lead right back to me; all my ambitions swim like driftwood throughmy dark sea of sleep.And it'll take some time

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-28586105193603385342007-11-13T01:38:00.000+04:002007-11-13T01:45:50.739+04:00

In Modest Mouse's song "People as Places as People", when Isaac sings 'bark at the people' (at 1:29), that barking noise! just kills me. so good.okay. I'm supposed to be writing.listening to: Mindless Self-Indulgence - "Straight to Video"; Modest Mouse obviously; Michael Jackson - "Remember the Time".

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-31904949215205497402007-11-12T22:06:00.001+04:002007-11-12T22:20:57.482+04:00

Oh yeah, Lebanon was beyond awesome. It sends its greetings and insists that you come visit soon. And it promises not to pound you flat with random bursts of aggressive rain like it did us. There are some photos from my trip on flickr.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-53592007389588217322007-11-12T21:30:00.000+04:002007-11-12T22:04:38.918+04:00

I had a good insight today while doing warm-up laps in karate class. I think I figured out the source of my writer's constipation. (See, I'm not blocked through and through - I still manage to finish, like, 600 word things every now and then..)Let's say that being mused-up to write something requires some kind of driving passion. Then you have passionate writing, driven writing, writing as a

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-7733914309429398592007-11-05T15:26:00.001+04:002007-11-05T15:43:34.861+04:00

For such an elegant operating system, Mac OS X sure has some daft kinks. At the moment, my MSN window is 'stuck' behind the header bar at the top of the screen and I can't move it to a new position on the desktop. I can still quit it and open it, but I can't reposition it because the draggable section of the window is occluded. Anyone know how to unstick windows stuck outside the 'live' areas of

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-57312904252132691292007-11-05T15:17:00.000+04:002007-11-05T15:25:34.434+04:00

"come closer, you see me, the face that is used to telling lies..."

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-79141577159842795082007-11-02T22:11:00.000+04:002007-11-02T22:24:34.213+04:00

A PICTURE ODYSSEY: Make yourself a big pot of (fake) tom kha gai - Thai chicken galanga soup - and thank yourself for four soupy lunches to come....throw these things into a big pot of chicken or vegetable stock for twenty minutes......... drain and add chicken cut into chunks, boil for a good long time.....add some rock'n'roll vegetables.... spice it some more....Yes. That's roughly it. Who

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-69478152334806528942007-11-01T18:37:00.000+04:002007-11-01T18:44:27.552+04:00

On a-historicism:I am not made of pasts, but only of words.I am words, and I harvest words for the furniture of my life.I am not 70% water, but 70% "water".My dimensions are those of pages.I began with an utterance and will end with a full stop.On a-literacy:This is my tragedy: that I am made of words, but pass over myself in silence.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-4631075839370153882007-10-29T13:50:00.000+04:002007-10-29T14:15:51.863+04:00

Reminiscence rarely bowls me over but with Toronto, I can't seem to avoid almost being bent double by memories. It's really, really odd.I don't recall being that ecstatic in Toronto or anything. Only fulfilled. And open to the city, receptive like the arteries of a heart. I pumped hard there, you know. And my best friends pumped right alongside me. It was subtle, but there was lots of happiness

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-14276083137347381002007-10-28T12:24:00.000+04:002007-10-28T14:36:48.950+04:00

Damnable long application forms with stupid essay questions. *shoots self*

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-18479407429738659102007-10-26T13:45:00.000+04:002007-10-26T13:47:37.766+04:00

And happy birthday to a lovely kid who knows it's her birthday today. Have a great one, birthdayface.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-68751346660555487542007-10-26T13:26:00.000+04:002007-10-26T17:50:18.782+04:00

Lazy Friday afternoon. There are no morning people in my family. Early white-sunshine hours are usually a distant memory by the time we stir ourselves into action. By about two pm on the weekend, though, a restrained, ponderous bustle of activity will usually spark itself up. Right now, my parents are cooking downstairs, my brother is watching Rome Season 1, and me? I'm about to get dressed for

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-25446311912841676492007-10-19T18:38:00.000+04:002007-10-19T18:50:54.256+04:00

To tell the truth--no, first the story. But space hemmed him in on every side and held him in its toils, with the multitude of other faintly stirring, faintly struggling things, such as the children, the lodges and the gates, and like a sweat of things the moments streamed away in a great chaotic conflux of oozings and torrents, and the trapped huddled things changed and died each one according

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-62973809971386675762007-10-18T13:14:00.000+04:002007-10-18T13:27:20.619+04:00

One of my back-home traditions is scavenging from my mom's wardrobe. I'm wearing this cardigan of hers right now; beige with carved buttons. Luckily for me, my mom very much encourages this behaviour.What do you blog about when you're an unemployed hobo? I'm not sure. I want to devote today to some writing (she whispers gingerly so as not to jinx the plan).I am really kind of fed up with being

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-90902497681668875582007-10-15T21:04:00.000+04:002007-10-15T21:14:59.181+04:00

Three-quarters of the way to karate class just now, all pimped up in my gi and everything, I remembered an important detail. Karate was at quarter to nine during Ramadan. Now it is no longer Ramadan. As per regular class timings, karate was over two hours ago. Such a downer. I have returned home, defeated. My brother has rejected my appeal for a spontaneous one-on-one game of hoops outside. I am

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-62833464565066004852007-10-07T16:12:00.000+04:002007-10-08T10:35:43.277+04:00

Today will go down in blog history (blistory) as the day I finally managed to cross a thing or two off my to-do list. I went to a possible bank for my future needs. I went to the current unsatisfactory bank. I was made to sign lots of things at the current unsatisfactory bank to regain access to my very, very suspended account. Okay - here's the thing right - it's a savings account, isn't it? So

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-53981826396727574752007-10-05T01:22:00.000+04:002007-10-05T01:27:07.415+04:00

Nothing really beats making Thai curry paste from scratch. Especially the part where I sniffed a chunk of galangal root and it hit me - this is one of the core unidentified flavours of Thai cuisine, and here it is in raw form.My next thing is I want to make scones. For some reason, scones have been haunting me. I see them, bursting with some dark and berryish fruit, in my dreams. I don't even

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-4741786826126915632007-10-02T14:49:00.001+04:002007-10-02T16:17:08.245+04:00

"I've heard the devil call me by my name..."- The Lawrence Arms, 'Are You There Margaret? It's Me, God.' This, ladies and gentlemen, is the mundane vestment of my woe and my downfall. Verily, thus does Lion Bar cereal walk among men! :)

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-61422104063328534542007-09-30T21:07:00.000+04:002007-09-30T23:39:02.213+04:00

No, not bird flu.You know you're going to have a horrendous day when you wake up laying on your back after a night of abdominal cramps, roll over onto your side to disembark from bed, and hear, clearly and distinctly, the most ungodly sloshing and gurgling noise as a couple of litres of vile liquid shift in your belly. Ugh.But maybe that's too much information? Hm.:)Incubus' first ever live DVD,

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-62448716598394093782007-09-30T16:23:00.001+04:002007-09-30T16:24:57.455+04:00

I am ill. *greenface*

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-45475632968402316902007-09-27T23:15:00.001+04:002007-09-28T01:13:53.424+04:00

Have a photo.There was the prettiest full moon out today. Seriously, it was the glitter princess My Little Pony of moons. It was large, like a big fat saucer, and golden, and you could see the geography well enough to plan your moon vacation itinerary in detail. But not a single picture we managed to take with my handy trusty Canon IXUS sidekick did it even an iota of justice.But here's a photo

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-66635689222256197212007-09-25T14:16:00.000+04:002007-09-25T14:18:55.192+04:00

(I'm just realising how perfectly that last post conveys my lifelessness. Wow. Better go do something quick, like adopt an orphan or save an oil-slick otter)

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-24081146858769435782007-09-25T14:01:00.000+04:002007-09-25T14:09:37.230+04:00

The hours of midnight to two am have finally found their proverbial sandwich filler: burning through strip upon strip of the mega-awesome illustrated indie rock soap opera, Questionable Content. It must've been about two years ago now that I stopped keeping up with QC's daily dose of black humour and frustrated romance, but that works out perfectly, because I now have about four hundred strips to

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-18193273294958382592007-09-23T14:00:00.000+04:002007-09-23T14:03:24.614+04:00

the storm is coming.(via Distorted Perspective)

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-90639816907762755892007-09-20T21:00:00.000+04:002007-09-20T21:08:46.959+04:00

One less breathtakingly bright philosophical dynamo to look up to. What a bummer. Susan Hurley made more of an impression on me with a few brief comments than a lot of philosophy professors do after entire courses. She had the bearing of an academic superhero, sharp as a knife, arresting, observant.Susan Hurley (1954-2007)

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-91249864575441574512007-09-19T00:45:00.000+04:002007-09-19T01:19:24.045+04:00

In Sarah Monette's books, a cade-skiff is a person whose profession (calling?) it is to retrieve dead bodies from a bloated, seriously creepy river, the Sim. I propose appropriating the term, in verb form, to describe the mundane practice of dusting off old albums and giving them a new day in the sun.Being generally an emo, as one does if one happens to be me, I've been hardcore cade-skiffing

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-46816769811238463742007-09-17T19:18:00.001+04:002007-09-17T19:18:35.142+04:00

I wonder how much sensory deprivation it takes to turn into something that has no use for thought.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-61813681471925294862007-09-15T13:35:00.000+04:002007-09-15T13:36:57.824+04:00

The cat needs its nails trimmed. Must take the cat to get its nails done. 0_o

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-2018002654395199302007-09-11T00:11:00.000+04:002007-09-11T00:25:48.533+04:00

Castaways and show-offs.New shirt excitement is a special breed of awesome. I'm wearing this shirt right now, tags still attached prudishly, and it's 80% cotton 20% silk and it looks super good with the earrings I have on and I am so absolutely besotted with it.My life and brain and the clock buried in my flesh won't let me assent to it being September. In my head it's July, maybe June even, and

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-30616470414207411352007-09-10T00:58:00.000+04:002007-09-10T01:01:33.542+04:00

Reading update: A few hours ago, I finished the Lies of Locke Lamora and am now 30 pages into The Mirador, which my mom had ordered for me some three-odd weeks ago and which conveniently landed in the city a few days before I did. Man, it is marvellous to be excited to read a book. It's positively exciting to be so excited to be reading such an exciting book.

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335491.post-74398500234639448382007-09-08T00:56:00.001+04:002007-09-08T01:24:30.215+04:00

This novel I'm reading, I've been picking away at it for about four months. What I should be doing right now, in light of this, is reading. Whatever, this is constructive work too... I've a malnourished virtual id to maintain.I'm in Dubai, where things is, on the whole, good. I requested a trip to the fruit and vegetable market today, and my family obliged. Crazy, the market, crazy and lovely and

sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893069527788711025noreply@blogger.com1